What Are People For?

The last time I went home

They built a town on top of the woods where I’d roamed

A factory and a company store

And little square apartments with Ikea furniture

And everything was so clean and so nice

I snuck inside and walked the gray rubber floors

I swear I didn’t want to bomb the place

I just expected from life something more

You can sell off all of your trees

You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep

But when it come time for your reckoning day

You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made

I left the landscape of my heart

To contribute to society and make Excel charts

Now I’m back and I’m looking for my dog

I’m looking for the path we would take to the sacred log

And everything’s so strange and contained

And no one wants to talk about the thrill of summer rain

I swear I will walk that same road

Even if I have to break down doors

You can sell off all of your trees

You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep

But when it come time for your reckoning day

You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made

What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?

What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die

What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?

What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die

You can sell off all of your trees

You can hunch over working till your dreamless sleep

But when it come time for your reckoning day

You gonna say, I don’t know for what I was made

What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?

What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die

What are people for? Do you really have to do it to survive?

What are people for? You gotta live your life before you die

Because you gonna die

So you better live you better live your life